225 miles of the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon in Arizona. 25 days of near complete isolation from the outside world with 15 amazing people. Does it get any better than that?

The group dynamic was phenomenal. Everyone worked hard, everyone was pleasant and positive most of the time (not always easy when you are pelted by horizontal sleet and the wind is pushing you back upstream). A trip like that is a LOT of work but the reward is totally worth it... how else can you get to a point where you have absolutely no idea what day it is, you don't know what the weather is going to be like the next day and you have no way of finding out except to scrutinize the clouds, you eat when you're hungry rather than when it's "time to eat" coz you don't carry a watch, you sleep in just a sleeping bag under the stars and see shooting stars every single night, you measure your days by how many horizon lines you go across on the river? it's all very hard to describe... the song of the canyon wren reverberating from the canyon walls during every waking hour is still haunting me, in fact I have been trying all week to download it as a ringtone on my phone (with no luck).

The photos will tell the story a lot better than I could in writing...